"but now i see" (was blind)

i am free
of the you
i thought
i knew

this stupid
silly
thing
i do..

i sing
the things
that no one grew

sketch
a scene
nobody
drew.

knew nothing of a fire
until all things paper began to burn

nothing like her

i heard no word it was thunder
lightning
and
wonder

speak free sweet nothings said
reply
with eyes

real is what fools call upon to feel
while my lips struggle
to form a
last
appeal

i, dazed with presence graced
had space made where i laid
and lost me

saw her wander out cloudlessly towards
the edge i told her
not
to
go
she didn't know? did so
yet here's her bitter shell to show
inaccurate dizziness
in place of a way better mess

but a lack
of word
found her, fast
she turned back
and gasped

parachute

uncertain twilight hits your face
melt me
in place
quite unspeakable space

i follow the light: take one step too far
is it hard
where you are
do i even make sure...

she follows the light: it pokes fun at the sky
of a wonder
and why
it makes everything lie

the length of the light is following me
through dreams
i can't see
and girls i can't be
if i fall make it free
and gracefully
let the world wonder why. let it try

it's completely what you think

moving day.

the law of attraction says
i am my worst enemy

and want is a filthy disguise

and silken yearnings, lies

the law of attraction
is merely
waiting
for
me

wanting to shake me free

sorry miss, it's time to go....soon

the chill of a fading thrill is not worth pining, still
somehow the down coat is adorned
she was warned
but a fool makes excuses, and
drools exclusively on her own pillow
her will, though, is as strong as her might
she will?
she might.
either way, wrong or right
clarity spells apathy and missed sight
it's last call
and the millionth round of some fight
and the end of some night

so drink
one
more?

sure

no thing is still air (therefore some thing)

i sit here
and make reference before excuse after reason
followed by denial
(make fun of a smile)

decriminalize the extent of my fear
fake a bitter laugh
while a sick crushing intent turns frankenstein
and makes light of what i meant
makes dark of the scent it craved

then i find some me
a memory-intrigued me
i stand here while i sit there
look over and stare

last night's nevernever land
or some foreign brand of fate

illusion or circumstance
be careful what you wish for?

i step back from the edge
try to make jokes about jumping
look down, feel nothing
it's much
much
easier